“Did you guys just see that?” Danny asked, seeing a red-haired girl duck out sight aroud a corner.

“See what?” Tucker asked, looking up from his PDA.

“Nothing,” Danny said dropping his hand.

Sam frowned and filed this under “to be discussed later”.

(In the Ghost Zone)

“He almost caught Rouge,” Rose murmured, staring at the frozen scene.

“The Lord’s getting suspicious,” Soleil observed.

“I would be too if you’d sent that Lighter Spectrum girl after me,” Vrondi added.

Rose turned and hit him upside the head. “Vrondi, there are times when I wonder why the Lord made you a member of the Spectrum.”

“Because you love me,” the man murmured, caressing Rose’s short copper curls. “But Rouge needs to watch it or the Lord’s going to catch her. And you remember what happened to the last member of the Spectrum who did that.”

“They will be prepared, Samantha. You have prior claim on the boy,” Clockwork instructed the ghost hunters. “They cannot dispute this; it is part and parcel of their laws.”

“What if Danny doesn’t want to come back?” Jack asked the Time Master.

Sam nodded. “What if he doesn’t love me in return?”

Tucker scowled silently and made no remark.

Clockwork shook his head. “Too many if’s in your words. What will happen will happen. Remember: the future is fluid like water–ever changing, not set in stone. If you are clever, dear child, the Zone will be one step forward to being what it should be.”

A
young man sat on a green bench, waiting for a bus to take him back
home. Home. That was not a word that he had been able to use for a
very long time. Rain started to pour. Perfect. Well, it would be
appropriate. It had been five long years since he was forced to leave
the only place that he had considered a home.

The
mans name was Daniel James Fenton, Danny to those who knew better,
son of Maddie and Jack Fenton, professional ghost hunters in Amity
Park. They, ironically, were also the cause of the ghost infestation
in Amity Park and were indirectly responsible for their sons
disappearance. An accident occurred with one of their experiments
leaving Danny a half-ghost. They had not known that this occurred
because Danny had managed to keep this a secret from everyone (with
the exception of his two closest friends) for two years. Secrets,
however, do not stay hidden forever.

Who
am I? Im Danny Fenton. Her is was one of my best
friends, Dani Platto.

She
had just moved to Amity Park form New York. Really, it was a lot more
than that, but Ill get to that later.

This
is her story, told by me. When Im done, youll know how she
changed Amity Park, and why Im the one telling the story.

When
I opened the door, I saw her staring, dumbfounded, at the bright neon
sign, which was attached to our two story house that read Fenton
Works. Immediately, I labeled her as another one of those kids
who, after living next door to us for a while, would think that our
family is a bunch of ghost hunting freaks. Why not? Almost ever other
kid in Amity Park does. Even my own sister does.

Secondly, as this is the prologue, it is rather short- you can expect the first chapter tomorrow- or later today, depends.

Now, I set the scene of Jailbait with……………

Prologue: The Trial of Clockwork, Master of Time

In the far off reaches of the Ghost Zone stood a tall solitary tower, a mishmosh of mechanical parts, telescopes and satellites, built into a large, jagged piece of rock. In the center of the tower sat a large green eye, its gaze glazed and unfocused. In the depths of this tower was large chamber where the observants now gathered. The First Observant spoke, its voice booming over the vast empty room.

Order! Order! The other Observants fell silent, directing their attention to their leader.

Hentai Picture: Madeline Fenton will get a plenty of of g/g approach tonight Any place you watch in Danny Phantom world you positively will get a peep of juiced rusty-dusty green Dutch dumplings, meaty lank legs, smooth stomachs, tremendous jugs and drooling gi-gis ready-made to bang! Well endowed easy meat from Danny Phantom is wreathing from a hard cunt shag inside this post… Sexy Madeline Fenton puts on a show her fluffy sex-hungry cunt while giving a blowjob and getting her asshole penetrated!

This
is my 2nd fan fic! By the way a special shout out goes to my
inspiration, Artgirl4, even though she doesn’t update her “Trapped
in the Ghost Zone”, my favorite story.

Disclaimer:
I dont own Danny Phantom.

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Narrators
POV

Somewhere
in Wisconsin, a strange ghost carried the unconscience Danny Phantom
to a large mansion. She, for the ghost was a woman, glided intangibly
through the walls to a Mr. Vlad Masters lying peacefully in his goose
feather bed.

The
cloaked ghost shook Vlad to wake him and as soon as he opened his
eyes he had a plan. Well, that’s Vlad for you!

“What
are you doing in my home?” he shouted at her. She didn’t reply.
Vlad, being the idiot he is, had JUST noticed am unconsciense Danny
in her arms.

I feel compelled to tell any readers that my stories will not be featuring Danny using his powers. While I do view him as a horny teen, I can’t see him using his powers to spy on people. Not to mention the fact that he’s not going to be called away to fight ghosts while he’s boning someone. Just sayin’.

Wrong. It was wrong. In every way, shape, and form, God knows it was wrong. But, and God will admit it if He was ever asked, it felt so right. So good.

The perfect crime is not achieved with well timed break-ins to vaults holding millions of dollars. Its not a well put together kidnapping, or a unsuspected, unsolved murder. The perfect crime is sex.

Not rape. No, never rape. Thats not what this was. It was the furthest thing from it. It was love in its purest form, expressed from one boy to his beloved. Rape is aggression, teamed with selfishness. Its take without give. This was the perfect balance of give and take. Perpetuating itself with the effort of two loving, secretive teens.

Jen slowly awoke to the soft snores of Jazz. She felt Jazz’s hands around her waist and the sun on her back. She slowly opened her eyes and turned around to look out of the window. She reached down and grabbed her phone from her skirt pocket and flipped it open

Jen sighed it was only 6:00 a.m. Since they didn’t have to return to school till Monday and she planned to spend the whole weekend with the Fenton siblings and hopefully get Danny to do her or jazz. Or both of them at once. Jen shivered at the thought of Danny pounding into her, and then Jazz with her watching.

Jen got out of the bed and pulled on a gray tank top, thigh high white socks, and a pair of black boy shorts. She pulled her hair into a braid. She looked at herself in the mirror and liked the way she looked. She walked down the stairs and into the kitchen before she started to cook breakfast. Jen loved to cook. Her grandfather loved her cooking. In fact she was so good that she had gotten a scholarship to a Cooking collage that wasn’t more then a 7 hour drive from Amity.

Hello Everyone! I noticed yesterday that I didn’t put a slightly important detail into the description, So that has been changed. For those of you who haven’t seen it, there is going ot be eventual Vlad/Danny. It’s going to be a while, but it is eventually going to happen. That means that there is slash. If you don’t like it, stop reading this story. If so, joy! I’m glad. Just if you oppose it, don’t bitch about it, kay?

Now on to the story!

Disclaimer: Danny and Vlad belong to Nickelodeon and Butch Hartman; Selina belongs to the wonderful TheDarkLordKeisha

The Love of a Little Sister

Chapter 2: Am I Good Enough?

It seemed like hours that he sat there and listened to his sisters now silent sobs. He held her tightly as she shook, the tears had ceased their falling but her body hadn’t caught on yet. Selina’s eyes were out of focus and distant, a small pout was on her lips as she continued to shudder. Her hair was falling out of her pigtails, and the damp strands were sticking to her face. Danny knew he probably didn’t look any better.